As a little child,
playing in the grass.
Picking up flowers, of all the right colors, that could match your dress.
I would lie awake,
embracing the sky.
Giving life to the clouds, that seemed so much like rabbits runing in the wild.
And even in quietness,
I did still exist.
Why couldn't you see me,
dear mother, I wish...
I wish you could see me for all that I am...
I wish you could love me, instead of the empty words you profess...
But what I really wanted, was for me not to care,
you really can't make someone love you, even if they gave you the life you have.